In pitch dark
I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches
Trip me as I speak
There's always a siren
Singing you to shipwreck
Stay away from each rocks
We'd be a walking disaster
Just cos you feel it
Doesn't mean it's there
in a way i'm sorry man yi. but i'm more occupied on changing the way i sail. the thing is that this is certainly not the first time - indeed they keep coming, and i need to find a way to hold back the floods, to plug the hole, to halt the rush.
for some reason most people don't seem to understand. they tell me to relax, to get over it, that i was just unlucky. they seem to think it's not going to happen again.
what do i expect them to say when repeat it again at a crucial moment.
perhaps not surprisingly, only pple who have witnessed some of my more illustrious faults of the past were able to realise that i
have got a problem to rectify here. a very directly honest maxi was proof. haha.
. . .
in less than 2 weeks, i'll be on the move again.
some things of note. flying together with only poor man yi's brother, 3 lower masts for company, we will have to find our way past such obstacles as
a transit from international to domestic in charles de gaulle airport. and yours truly has been appointed the team leader for the 2 flights to bordeaux and back. lol.
we'll be sailing in a lake hourtin, staying in a mobile home (caravan). above 10 knots had better be expected.
stay tuned for more reports of disaster and success.